I was in his lecture.
Barely able to survive it. All my thoughts now on him and nothing else. His eyes, his jaw, on the hard muscles of him that his white shirt clung tightly to.
I kept my hand moving.
Kept writing notes.
He’d barely looked at me.
My stomach tightened at that.
When the lecture ended, students shifted, laptops closed, conversations resumed, and I stayed in my seat.
“Dining hall?” Nolan said, pulling his bag over his shoulder.
I met his eyes and nodded. Then started packing my own bag. I watched Zane from the corner of my eye as I zipped it closed.
He didn't look at me before he walked out.
Not once.
I felt my stomach clench and tried not to make it mean anything. My heart now beating harder.
I got up, grabbed my bag and started walking out with Nolan.
Then
